Dollars to Doughnuts [F]
This morning I was handed back my first essay of the second semester and once again I don’t think I should have gotten the grade I was given; A– this time. I’m happy but I wasn’t expecting my tutor to, err, understand my sentences I guess you could say, and more so considering I didn’t really get around to revising and redrafting it. I was expecting anything below a B. I shouldn’t complain; it wasn’t a bad start to the day.
Just after one, as I was about to cross Symonds Street to the café, Hamida, a cool chick from the Writing Wānanga last week recognized me and my awesome new haircut and convinced me that I should walk a bit further up the road to get my lunch. She seems unbelievably onto it academic and priority wise — of course she’s doing a conjoint, I might have known. I ate my subway and she her sushi while we watched the girls Round Robin Inter-faculty Netball Tournament in the Recreation Centre. Tried getting some reading done after lunch but the match was proving to much of a distraction. It was a tight game.
Not much else happened today really. Bought some custard and jelly filled doughnuts and the women behind the counter gave me a cream and apple one for free, which was nice. No one was home. Ate most of the doughnuts. Typed this. Probably should have studied more. Checked emails. CWOC (Creative Writers On Campus) have created and activated a public forum @ http://cwoc.boards.net/ for anyone out there interested in networking, sharing and/or peer reviewing and critiquing creative writing. I can’t imagine working at the moment or offering any constructive criticism. Right now I’m thinking about my comment made in tutorial and how much of a stuttering buffoon I must have sounded like. Yep. I’ll cheer myself up tomorrow with tales of graphic super-powered violence and hopefully have another random encounter, or free doughnut. Not fussed.
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